Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 628

Sarah's expression turned serious. Though she didn't fully understand their conversation, she suspected it might be connected to Zachary's investigation.

Charlie knew he wouldn't get any money from Sarah, but with Manager Sun's deadline looming tomorrow, he had to find four thousand dollars tonight. He stubbornly retreated to his room to continue his desperate search.

Before leaving, he couldn't resist one final threat: "Watch your mouth."

Mrs. Wesler wiped blood from her lip. Her face was swollen and marked with slap prints. She tried to push herself up from the floor, but her body trembled from the beating. Unable to rise, she collapsed back down, weakly tapping the ground.

Sarah approached and extended her hand. "Let me help you."

Mrs. Wesler looked up with a complex expression but finally placed her hand in Sarah's. "Thank you."

Sarah helped her to her room, then retrieved a medical kit from her suitcase.

Mrs. Wesler stared curiously at the contents—iodine, disinfectant, anti-inflammatory medicine, bandages. Sarah methodically arranged each item.

"I've never seen any of these before," Mrs. Wesler remarked.

"I hate him, not you," Sarah replied firmly. "Charlie is a man with no ability, no dignity, and a gambling addiction. He's already beyond saving. You should leave him as soon as possible." She paused. "And this entire family—everyone here—they're all numb to it."

Mrs. Wesler looked down, her voice tinged with resignation. "But where would I go? You're from the city—you don't understand. Over here, divorce brings shame. I'd be labeled a disobedient woman, cursed by everyone."

Sarah's gaze hardened. "Why care what others think? Consider everything you've endured, including today—did any of those people ever defend you? They just hide in the background, watching the drama unfold. When the main character fights back, suddenly they want the show to continue. Do you want to spend your whole life on that stage for their entertainment? Tear off the costume, jump off the stage, and kick out the spectators!"

Mrs. Wesler froze, stunned. This was the first time she'd ever heard such words. For years, she'd endured, counting days until things improved, telling herself the pain would eventually pass. Everyone had always told her to be patient—but no one had ever suggested she fight back.